Whoever your submissive is… she’s lucky as hell!…

You know, every time I get these “your submissive is lucky” things I never know what to do with them.

For one, she sees it so it just feels fucked up to even post it just to show her some clam wants my junk, but for two, it paints an unfair picture because you see the mind of me, and not of her.

I am the lucky one. Now I know that is the expected thing to say, but the truth is I have never met anyone in my life who is more mentally engaging, sexier, more kind-hearted, more naturally submissive, and just kicks ass in life. She is brilliant, driven, educated, and above everything else, just a good fucking person. We are friends first and foremost, and all those adjectives describing her don’t really matter in the end once that connection is there.

I have the blog and I have the audience, as well as this bizarre ability to write about passion and D/s, and for a long time now, she has been the muse behind it all. But this Tumblr-world doesn’t change the fact I get still turn weak over her. I have plenty of people in my past relationships to compare against with her; none come close in how they make me feel. Plain and simple.

So, the truth is: I am the lucky one. In over 4 decades of life on this earth, the time I’ve shared with her has been the epitome of what I believed the other ones should have been.